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I Am -ME


Sitting on my bed

with my hands on my head

I reason my birth in wonder

and stamp my foot in pounder

 

Tell me, who am I

tell me, what am I

A blessing from God

Or a curse from god

 

Then a voice says

you child that strays

come and be saved

to enjoy and be amazed

 

Thats when I realized

that I wasnt disorganized

rather people fail to understand

the power in my undersized

 

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James Marvis Uchechi

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